[Caelus might not consider it sufficiently funny, and yet there's humor to be had anyhow from that question, in the way its deadpan delivery clashes against the mildly silly title applied. Not quite enough to invoke that same open laugh once more, no, but it does add a touch of amusement to the curve of Luocha's smile when he glances up. (The blush, the nerves under scrutiny...this is all taken note of, yes, much the same way the more blatant instance had been in the lobby. Still unaddressed just as politely, too. Will this be persisting for the entirety of this process, on Caelus's end of things? Goodness, one wonders...)]

Oh, this miracle doctor has plenty of recommendations to spare. Not sure any of them would be enough to overcome that reckless path of the Trailblazer, however. I have a feeling that "be less reckless" might be quite a tall order, for some reason...

[As he speaks, Luocha slowly stands upright once more, hand still extended.]

Still, so far as your myriad immediate aches and pains go--these I could remedy for now. Clear your slate, so to speak, before you fill it anew. Of course, this would mean applying my healing to parts of you beyond your leg, thereby changing the bounds of my initial offer. But if you'd still be receptive to...hm?

[The cross still flickers; gloved fingertips now hover a hair's breadth over Caelus's chest. Where his heart would be--and yes, ostensibly, where that Stellaron of his currently resides. But that's not exactly a novelty in itself at this point, for all that Luocha is still quite interested in investigating it further. No, what prompts a blink from him about now, his own words sidetracked as the odd reading comes to light, is...]

Well now. There was quite a grievous wound here. Yet, the patch that has closed it... [A slight, pensive frown.] ...This was not the work of the Abundance.